[h2][center]Gillian[/center][/h2]

Gillian bit down his reaction as the girl revealed herself to ACTUALLY be a Lady in Waiting. Part of him shouldn't be surprised. [color=00aeef][i]"First time I use that old line and I get it in one. Part of me is starting to suspect Reon does this shit on purpose..."[/i][/color] He thought, chuckling despite himself. He'd expected the girl to get flustered as the 'oh so noble knight' made a pass at her or perhaps see the obvious flirt for what it was and slap him. But this was perhaps more amusing. 

[color=00aeef]"Rest assured Alisha,..."[/color] He said, comically mimicing the girls curtsy with hem of his tabard. Less out of not knowing how a gentlemen was supposed to respond to such a gesture (not that he did as there were probably stumps more gentlemanly than him ) but more in the hope that he might squeeze a laugh or two out of the girl. [color=00aeef]"We appreciate the pageantry. Even if not all of us are so well versed."[/color] He adds with a laugh as he righted himself unsteadily, apparently having dipped lower than he really needed have for that curtsy. 

[color=00aeef]"I am Gillian Reynaud of La Reine, Living Reliquary of Twined Arms of Dawn and Grace. Successor to Patrica Tailguard of the same. And so on.."[/color] He said, gesturing vaguely with his hand. The full title was as long and dull as its beginning suggested and he'd not subject the poor woman to it as he had. Not that he could remember much after that first part. [color=00aeef]"But please just call me Gill. And I hope you think it not too forward of me but I've two small request I'd hope you see to on behalf of the order."[/color]

He stands to his full height, a stern look crossing his face as he does so. For a brief moment, one could be forgiven for thinking him actually of some merit to his rank. Back stiff, shoulders squared and artificial arms folded comfortably behind him radiating their beauty and threat in equal measure. Like the outspread wings of a hawk as it delivered a killing blow. [color=00aeef]"The first being that, as I recall, Her Highness wished to see the weapons we carry. If it pleases The Lady I ask that a space be put aside for us. Not every weapon we cater to is as....precise as a blade."[/color] He said firmly, raising one hand (well away from Alisha) and allowing magical flames to engulf it but spread no further. [color=00aeef]"If a demonstration is to be in order, I would wish to see Her Highness' work is not wasted due to an accident. However that minor chance that may be."[/color] He said, adding that last part quickly. If only to reassure the girl. 

[color=00aeef]"The second..."[/color] He said, voice dark and grim as though he were about to ask of her some terrible deed. He postured lowered itself, so as to bring his eyes level to her. Though maintaining an arms (well...her arms atleast) distance. [color=00aeef]"Is that you do me the honor of the first dance of the evening."[/color] He chirped, voice immediately dropping its hard edge and returning to its normal levity. Hey...It wasn't everyday you were in a position to score a dance with one of the Princess' retinue. [color=00aeef][i]"Or be squarely slapped by one."[/i][/color] He thought, realizing he'd given Alisha an optimal position to do just so with no small amount of amusement. Either way, win win for him.